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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Can,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.