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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.