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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.