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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.