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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.