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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt 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?
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.