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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Quadrant to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.