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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.