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 Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.