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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Television,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.