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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.