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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.