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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 the Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.