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 Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.