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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.