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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.