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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Wire,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.