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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.