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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Rakim,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.