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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.