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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.