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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.