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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
the Swans,
UT,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.