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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.