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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Q65,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.