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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Q65 to the punk 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.