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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 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 Jandek to the punk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.