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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.