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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.