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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
The Index,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
PIL,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Can,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.