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 Iceland 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.