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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.