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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.