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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Visage to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
the Association,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.