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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Model 500,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.