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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.