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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.