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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Monks,
X-101,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.