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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Flipper,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.