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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.