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 Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.