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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Raincoats to the grunge 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
June Days,
Visage,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.