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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Mars,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.