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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.