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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
June Days,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.