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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Swans to the funk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.