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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Japan,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.