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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.