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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.