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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
JFA,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.