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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.