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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.