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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.