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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Remains to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.