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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.