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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.