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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.