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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.