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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
The Seeds,
Magma,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.