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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.