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 Kenya 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.