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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.