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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.