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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.