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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.