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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Monks to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.