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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.