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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.