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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Desert Stars 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.