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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.