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 Kuwait 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.