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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.