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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.