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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.