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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 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?
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.