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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
The Sound,
the Human League,
The Index,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
The Move,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.