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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Deakin,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.