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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.