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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Symarip,
X-102,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.