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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.