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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.