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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.