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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
cv313,
Chrome,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.