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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.