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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Fear,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.