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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
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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.