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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.