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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.