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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Neon Judgement to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Main Source,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.