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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Crime,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
UT,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.