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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
The Monks,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.