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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
The Move,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.