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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
ABC,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.