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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.