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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Interpol,
The Move,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.