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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.