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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Nico,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.