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 Kenya 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.