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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 guitar 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 Avey Tare 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Mars,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Darondo,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
MC5,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.