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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Smog,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.