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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.