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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.