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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.