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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.