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 Cape Verde 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.