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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.