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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.