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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.