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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
JFA,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.