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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.