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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.