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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Lyres,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.