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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bad Manners 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.