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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.