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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.