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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.