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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Wings,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.