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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.