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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.