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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.