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 Ireland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.