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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.