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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.