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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Five Americans to the techno 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.