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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.