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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.