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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.