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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.