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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Cameo to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Wire,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.