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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.