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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
The Names,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Can,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.