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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
ABC,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.