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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Names to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
MC5,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.