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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
CMW,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.