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 Colombia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Pop Group to the funk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.