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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.