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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Liliput,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.