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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monks to the techno 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Can,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
the Normal,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.