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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
The Residents,
UT,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.