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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
UT,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.