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 Dominica and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
The Names,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.