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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Star Department to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.