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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.