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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.