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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.