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 France and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.