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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.