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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
JFA,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
The Litter,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.