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 Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.