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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hashim to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.