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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.