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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.