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 Tuvalu 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Swans,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
DNA,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.