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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.