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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.