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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Subhumans to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Slave,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Moebius,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.