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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Mission of Burma to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Hoover,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.