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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.