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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Scion,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
DNA,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.