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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.