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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.