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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Skatalites to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.