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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.