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 Zambia and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.