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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.