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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.