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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Nas,
Q65,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.