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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.