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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
JFA,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.