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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.