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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Mars,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.