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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.