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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.