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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.