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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.