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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.