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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.