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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Fear,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.