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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Urselle to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.