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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.