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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Can,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.