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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.