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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.