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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Wire,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.