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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.