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 Comoros and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.