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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.