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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Fear,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.