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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.