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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.