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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Can,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.