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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.