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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Unwound to the techno 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Can,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.