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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.