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 Bulgaria 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.