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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.