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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Faust,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Ossler,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.