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 Djibouti 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Erasure,
UT,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
The Gories,
CMW,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.