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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
DNA,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Mars,
Second Layer,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Index,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.