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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
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.