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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.