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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.