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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Blossom Toes to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
The Index,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.