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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Warren Ellis 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
cv313,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.