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 Indonesia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.