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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.