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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.