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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 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?
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.