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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.