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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.