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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the grime 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.