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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.