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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.