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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.