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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.