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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Japan,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
MDC,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.