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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.