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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.