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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.