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 Norway 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.