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 Burundi and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Hashim,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.