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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents 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?
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Ludus,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.