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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 sitar 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.