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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.