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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
cv313,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.