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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Gang Green to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.