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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warsaw to the grime 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.