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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.