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 Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
UT,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.