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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Association to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.