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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Cluster 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Gong,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.