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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.