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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.