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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
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 Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Hashim,
MC5,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.