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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.