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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.