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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.