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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.