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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.