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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.