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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
June Days,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.