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 Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
The Names,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.