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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.