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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.