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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.