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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.