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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eric Copeland to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.