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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.