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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.