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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Lyres,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.