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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.