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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the funk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Pole,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.