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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.