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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
10cc,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.