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 Oman and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.