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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Gong to the jazz 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.