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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.