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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
The Move,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.