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 Hungary and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.