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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.