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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.