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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Index,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.