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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Index,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.