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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.