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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.