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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Houston and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Pole,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.