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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Liliput,
cv313,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.