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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.