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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.