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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
June Days,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.