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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.