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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.