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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.