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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.