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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 linndrum 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.