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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.