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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.