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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Quando Quango 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.