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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Magma,
Scion,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.