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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Oneida,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
UT,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.