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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Symarip to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s 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 Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.