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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.