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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Little Man,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
CMW,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.