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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.