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 Madagascar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.