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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.