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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.