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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.