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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.