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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.