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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
MDC,
the Association,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.