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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.