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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
The Names,
Qualms,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.