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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.