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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.