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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.