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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.