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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.