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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
10cc,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.