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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
The Stooges,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.