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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Leaves to the disco 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.