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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.