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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Blancmange 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.