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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.