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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.