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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics 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 rock 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.