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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.