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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.