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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.