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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.