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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.