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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Harry Pussy 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
ABC,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.