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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Symarip,
Magma,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.