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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.