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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.