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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.