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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jandek to the dance 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Wings,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.