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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.