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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.