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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Q65,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.