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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.