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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
the Association,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.