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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barracudas to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.