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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.