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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.