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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.