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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.