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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.