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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.