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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Loose Ends 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.