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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.