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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.