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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.