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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
AZ,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.