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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.