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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 sitar 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 Eddi Front to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.