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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Deakin to the jazz 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.