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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Lalann 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.