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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.