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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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?
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.