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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
AZ,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.