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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
The Sound,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.