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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Make Up to the dance 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.