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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.