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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.