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 Cameroon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.