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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.