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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.