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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.