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 Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wake to the rap 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.