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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.