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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Index,
Outsiders,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.