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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.