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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Davy DMX 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Little Man,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.