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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.