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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock 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?
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Magazine,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.