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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.