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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Index,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.