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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.