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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.