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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 The Star Department to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
The Evens,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
The Trojans,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.