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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.