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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.