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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Grass Roots 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.