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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.