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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.