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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Can,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.