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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Faust,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.