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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Motions to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.