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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.