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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.