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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
UT,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.