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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.