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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.