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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.