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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.