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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.