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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 DJ Style to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Slave,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.