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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.