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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.