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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.