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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Crash Course in Science 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.