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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.