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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.