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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Negative Approach 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.