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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.