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 Algeria 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.