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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.