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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 organ 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.