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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.