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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.