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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.