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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
The Sound,
Crime,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.