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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.