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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Ludus,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.