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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
the Association,
The Index,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.