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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Index to the rock 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Index,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.