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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.