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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Technova,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.