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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Flash Fearless to the rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.