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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.