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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.