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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 PIL to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.