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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
The Human League,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.