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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.