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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.