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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.