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 Libya 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.