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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
MC5,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.