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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.