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 Croatia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.