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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.