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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.