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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.