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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Velvet Underground 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.