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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.