Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.