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 Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Magma,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.