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 Finland and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.