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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.