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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.