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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.