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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.