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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.