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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.