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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Blackbyrds 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.