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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Joy Division 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.