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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.