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 Barbados 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.