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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Can to the rap 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.