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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
The Index,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
ABC,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.