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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 The Litter to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Roxette,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
The Residents,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.