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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.