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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Television,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.