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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Faraquet 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.