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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.