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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.