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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.