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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.