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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.