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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.