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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.