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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Todd Terry to the grunge 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.