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 India and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.