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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.