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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s 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 Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.