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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Quantec,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Lalann,
The Names,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.