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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.