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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.