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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.