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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
The Star Department,
The Move,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.