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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.