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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.