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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.