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 Congo and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.