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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.