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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.