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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.