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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.