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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.