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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
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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.