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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Fear,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Sparks,
Model 500,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.