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 Denmark 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.