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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.