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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Five Americans to the punk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.