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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.