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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.