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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.