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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.