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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.