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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.