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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
10cc,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.