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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
New Order,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.