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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.