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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.