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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Cymande,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.