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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.