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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.