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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Technova,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.