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 Bahamas and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
JFA,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.