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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
MDC,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.