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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.