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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.