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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.