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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the funk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.