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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.