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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Visage,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.