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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.