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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Technova,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.