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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Television,
Monolake,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.