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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
X-102,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.