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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.