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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 chamberlin 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Pylon,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.