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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Unwound 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Fear,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.