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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.