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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.