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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.