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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.