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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Portland and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.