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 Turkey and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.