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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.