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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.