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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Hoover,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.