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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.