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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Index,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.