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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.