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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.