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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Can,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.