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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.