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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.