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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.