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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.